Chapter Twenty-Five

**Myra**

Hours later, after indulging in a magical evening of great food, deep conversation and lots of sexual teasing, Myra found herself on her back, lying on a soaking wet duvet with her wrist bonded by his necktie. Her pajama pants and undies were long gone, and a layer of sweat covered her body, plastering the top of her pajama to her body.

Sloan wedged his massive frame between her thighs as he feasted on her. She shivered as her back arched off the ground. He was slowly licking her clit and pumping two thick fingers into her weeping, oversensitive sex. He was proving to be the master of control. She belatedly realized that when he hatched a new plan and each tease was different. He would either ring out a mind-blowing orgasm from her or sit back and watch her tremble and wither beneath him as he brought her within inches of release.

“*Six goddamn times!! I’m mated to the devil!!*” Her breathing increased as she felt number seven swiftly approaching. Each came fast and furious. The more he teased her, the more she wasn’t sure if the devil between her legs would let her leap into a blissful void or deny her the building pleasure.

She circled her hips against his mouth while wiggling on his fingers. She gasped as the pressure increased, and he released her clit with a soft pop. She clenched her core to keep a firm grip on his fingers, but that resulted in Sloan tapping on her sensitive, pulsing clit with his freed wet fingers, hard. Myra’s eyes rolled in her head, and she moaned out loud from the shock.

“Behave, my little Angel.” He mumbled, moving his head to kiss her inner thigh. She gasped when she felt him bite down on the spot he had just kissed. Sloan sat back on his kneeling legs and stared down at her with white eyes. His hair looked like a lion’s mane from her tugging at it, and his lips and beard glistened and dripped with her secretions.

“How the hell does he possess such control?”

He smirked at her, sucking her juices off his tormenting fingers. “I don’t possess it; my wolf is howling like a motherfucker because I haven’t slid my cock into you yet and just stay there.”

Myra felt herself heat up in embarrassment as she realized she spoke her thoughts out loud. She covered her face, but it was slightly uncomfortable since her wrists were bonded. Sloan chuckled and gently pulled her hands away.

“I rather like you in this position… hands bonded above you; your silky top almost transparent with your sweat,” He said, flicking her nipple with his middle finger. “And your thighs opened wide in invitation.”

He moved down her body and rubbed the pad of his index finger down her stomach, and drifted lower. Myra arched her back and moaned again as goosebumps broke out all over her body.

“Sloan…” She begged, close to tears as her receding orgasm started building up again.

“Oh, baby… have you reached your limit?” He asked, and she nodded, “Are you going to tease me again?”

She stopped and carefully thought about it, “Yes, I most definitely will.”

“That’s my girl,” He smiled lovingly at her, moving back up her body to kiss her deeply. She hooked her leg onto his hip, enjoying the duelling action of their tongues. Myra tasted herself, along with the red wine from earlier on his lips, and it was a heavenly taste. Sloan moved, and then she moaned in surprise as he slid his stiff member into her. She felt him fumble with the restraints, clumsily releasing her lips so he can focus on untying her hands. Once her hands were freed, she immediately dragged her nails down his back. She giggled at the growl that erupted from him. He shifted to get a firmer grip on her hips, and he set about ramming hard into her.

Myra laid her head back and closed her eyes as her orgasm finally took hold. All her senses were in overdrive as she enjoyed the sensations he stirred within her. Sloan was a wild animal, punishing her body with his bucking thrusts. She knew he was close to the edge based on his grunts in her ears and his sweat dripping on her chest. His grip on her hips was almost painful, but he changed the angle of her hips, and she exploded, screaming into the empty room.

“My little geyser!” He groaned, jerking against her.

Myra felt like her soul momentarily left her body as she collapsed on the duvet. She bit her lip, moaning as Sloan used her body to chase his own release. Her eyes rolled when she felt the first blast of Sloan’s cum, squirting inside her. He kept on pumping his hips until he milked himself dry inside her. She opened her arms, and he collapsed onto her sweaty chest as both of them fought to catch their breath.

“I seriously wished I saved my virginity for you,” She mumbled, and he chuckled into her breasts. The coarse texture of his beard tickled her. She cupped his cheek, playfully scratching his beard.

“You say the most interesting things when you are high on an orgasm.” He replied, snuggling deeper into her chest. Myra moved her hand from his beard and raked it through his hair. She played with the silky strands, sighing in contentment.

“But it’s true. You’re quite a compassionate and thorough lover.” She explained, then sighed heavily. “And I seriously don’t want to move.”

“We can sleep right here if you like.”

“Good… because I’m sure I can’t move my legs,” Myra confessed, prompting Sloan to shift his body weight, and he stood up. “Where are you going?”

“For a blanket… and my phone… we have training in the morning, and Declan will kick my ass if I don’t show up.”

“I should start back training too, huh?” She gazed at his naked butt, marvelling at the muscular globes and how they shifted as he moved about the room. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud again.

“Behave.” He said, not looking at her. “And you have a check-up with the pack doctor tomorrow… once you have the all-clear… you can start training with Leanne on Sunday.” Sloan agreed, frowning at his phone screen.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just missed a call from a withheld number… they didn’t leave a voice message or a text, so I guess it wasn’t important… shit, it’s almost 1:30 in the morning.”

She watched him disappear into the bathroom. She turned around and settled her when she heard the faucet turn on and off, and Sloan returned with a wet washcloth. He helped her out of her sweat-soaked silk top. He cleaned up her stomach and between her legs. Then, he discarded the cloth on top of their clothing next to the couch. He resumed his spot on the floor next to her, snuggling into Myra’s back, wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you.” She whispered to him. Sloan nuzzled her hair then kissed the back of her head.

“I love you more.” He yawned, and soon his breathing evened out.

“I love you most.” Myra grinned, quoting her favourite Disney movie before sleep also claimed her.

***

“Be a good girl today. I’ll be back at two to take you to the doctor,” Sloan whispered to her. Myra gazed up at him and nodded. She then snuggled deeper under the covers, and she felt him kiss her forehead as she drifted off once again.

~buzz~buzz~buzz~

Myra groaned and stretched out her hand, feeling for her phone that was buzzing near her head. Something crashed onto the floor as she waved her hand on the bedside table before she gripped her buzzing device. “Hello?”

“Well, well… someone sounds like they had a loonnngggg night.” Megan’s voice playfully cooed over the phone.

“What do you want?” Myra said gravelly. She had to clear her throat as she waited for Megan to speak.

“Testy… testy… Get dressed! We are breaking you out.” She laughed, and it only further annoyed Myra.

Myra was mid eye roll when her words sunk in. “Who’s *we*?”

“Hey sis… we are twenty minutes away.” Her sister’s voice came across the phone line as well.

“Myrielle? What are you two up to?” She asked, sitting up and glanced over the side of the bed to see what she knocked over. It was her chapstick, so she left it on the ground for now.

“A kidnapping… so get dressed, and we will see you soon,” Megan said proudly.

“Okay… um, where’s Brielle?”

“With her daddy… now stop stalling and get dressed.” Myrielle laughed, ending the call. Myra sighed heavily and laid back.

“*Call Sloan now? Or when I’m with the girls*.” She kicked off the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. “*When I’m with the girls.*”

She quickly grabbed the chapstick off the ground and placed it back on the nightstand when she realized she was in bed. “*Jesus, I was completely out of it last night… I didn’t feel when Sloan moved me.*”

She stretched her arms over her head, groaning as she worked her stiff, sore muscles. She wasn’t sure if it was from either their physical activities or sleeping on the ground; or a combination of both.

She took a quick shower and was in the middle of pulling a white short, floral dress over her head when she heard a knock on their door. She grabbed a deep grey knitted, long cardigan off a hanger, her cellphone, wallet before answering the door.

“Oh, hi Leanne.”

“Megan and Myrielle are downstairs.” She said in confusion, looking at Myra from head to toe.

“Thanks for letting me know… let’s go.” She smiled brightly at her, pulling the door closed.

“Ahh… go where?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. The girls just said to get dressed.”

“And the Alpha is okay with this?”

Myra smiled politely before answering her, sensing Leanne’s growing concern. “I am my own person… I have been cooped up in this house all week, and I’m back out to work next week. That means I’ll be in a room with twenty-two Second Graders for eight hours. I need to breathe a little before that happens.”

“I’ll feel a lot better if you called the Alpha and let him know.” She said nervously. Myra smiled and handed Leanne her cardigan and wallet. She dialled Sloan’s number as they walked down to meet the girls.

“Angel?” Sloan answered on the first ring. She grinned at the worried tone in his voice but hearing his voice brought a smile to her face.

“Hi, I’m just calling to inform you that I’m heading out with the girls.”

There was a pause before he answered, “Heading out, where?” The change in the tone of his voice caused Myra to stop walking.

“I don’t know yet.”

“I really wished you had said something yesterday.”

“I’m sorry… this isn’t an *I’m calling for consent* call, but it’s an *I’m on my way out of the door* call.” She snapped at him. “*How dare he?*”

“Myra, it’s not safe out there… with rogues and Elizabeth on the loose… I need you safe.” He tried to justify, but the damage was already done.

“And I will be… I’ll be with Leanne at all times.” She replied through clenched teeth.

She heard him sigh heavily, and Myra stayed silent as anger raged through her. “Have Leanne drive, and don’t forget your appointment at two… We will discuss this later.”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Myra stated. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she would never admit it to him. At least, not now. He sighed again. This time, it sounded full of frustration, then she heard a female speaking to him. “You have work to do.” She mumbled as her vixen growled lowly at the sound of the woman’s voice. Myra closed her eyes, almost exhausted from this conversation and her vixen, now, clawing for control.

“Leanne will bring you to the office before your appointment… be safe, and I love you.” She wasn’t sure if he could sense her jealousy over the phone, but his tone told her that their discussion was far from over.

“I love you too.” She ended the call, glancing over at Leanne - who was a discreet distance away - staring down at her cellphone. “He wants you to drive then deliver me to his office before my doctor’s appointment at two.”

“He just messaged me… sorry for getting you in trouble.” She apologized.

“There’s nothing to apologize for… while I understand his concerns, Sloan needs to learn that I’m not some innocent weakling who he can easily command.”

“Alpha Sloan doesn’t know what he got himself into?”

“Nope.” Myra smiled, setting aside her anger and linked her arm with Leanne’s, and together, they continued down to the foyer where Megan and Myrielle awaited them.

“I see what you meant by the glow,” Myrielle whispered loudly to Megan as Myra came into view, and they both burst out laughing.

“Isn’t she just radiating sexual euphoria?” Megan teased, hanging onto each other laughing.

“Oh shut up…” Myra snapped at them and then pointed to her twin. “You looked exactly like this when you and Benji first got together.” Myrielle stopped laughing and glared at her. “And you.” She continued pointing to Megan, “You can look like this whenever you decide to pull your head out of the sand and get with Declan.”

Both of them gasped in mock shock before hugging Myra tightly. She felt the last of her anger dissipate when their familiar scents surrounded her.

“Leanne will be joining us,” Myra said when they released her. “Where are we going, by the way?”

“To have an alcohol-induced brunch.” Megan beamed.

“Well, some of us.” Myrielle sighed, glancing down at her milk enlarged breasts, poking them gently.

“You should have worn a halter top; these bad boys would get us free drinks… hell, free lunch.” Megan teased, shaking her head at Myrielle’s simple button-down, blue and white stripe shirt and skinny jeans. Megan reached over, attempting to unbutton her top button, but Myrielle smacked her hands away.

“First of all, leave me alone. Secondly, I had a baby two weeks ago, and thirdly, not everyone wishes to flaunt their body like you.” Myrielle barked at her.

“Did you just call me a whore?”

“If the crop top doesn’t fit, then yes.”

“Why, thank you.” Megan smiled, posing in her maroon, off-the-shoulder, crop top and low-rise skinny jeans.

Suddenly, the two started bickering, and Myra leaned over to Leanne to whisper into her ear. “I’m so glad you’re coming with us…”

Leanne smirked, “Are they always like this?”

“Sometimes worse.” They stopped to answer Leanne before continue to bicker.

Leanne laughed and untangled her arm from Myra’s to grab two coats hanging on pegs outside of the closet doors. She handed the coats to Myra’s fighting sister and friend, then returned to the closet. Myra watched her open up the closet, took out two more coats, one for Myra and herself. Lastly, she unhooked some keys that were hanging on the inside of the closet door.

“Ladies… in case, you want a fifth testosterone-loaded member to join this little kidnapping party of yours, I suggest we get moving,” Myra called out, glancing at Megan, who was looking beyond Leanne, surveying the empty house behind them.

Myra glanced at her sister, “*Is she hoping that Declan does make an appearance?*”

“*She’s gagging for it,*” Myrielle replied with a wink. They smiled at each other, and Myra discreetly nodded her head in agreement.

“Two things before we leave… Sloan would prefer that Leanne drives, and I have a doctor’s check-up appointment at two.”

“So, what you are saying is, you plan to get day drunk with me?” Megan smiled, clapping her hands in glee.

“Let’s not feed the beast, we just had a small disagreement, and I don’t need liquid courage to fuel the fire,” Myra confessed as they followed Leanne through the house to the garage.

“Oh… she’s so going to get day drunk with you.” Myrielle laughed, “and I can live vicariously through you both.”

Myra rolled her eyes before answering, “Why whenever I say ‘A’, you girls hear ‘B straight to Z’.”

Megan threw her arm around Myra’s neck and kissed her cheek, “Because we love you and know what’s best for you.”